Under his superintendence--...
"On leaving Devonport with Mrs.Buller, I went some of the way by water, up the harbor and river; and the prospects are certainly very beautiful; to say nothing of the large ships, which I admire almost as much as you, though without knowing so much about them.

There is a great deal of fine scenery all along the road to Looe; and the House itself, a very unpretending Gothic cottage, stands beautifully among trees, hills and water, with the sea at the distance of a quarter of a mile.
"And here, among pleasant, good-natured, well-informed and clever people, I spent an idle month.

I dined at one or two Corporation dinners; spent a few days at the old Mansion of Mr.Buller of Morval, the patron of West Looe; and during the rest of the time, read, wrote, played chess, lounged, and ate red mullet (he who has not done this has not begun to live); talked of cookery to the philosophers, and of metaphysics to Mrs.Buller; and altogether cultivated indolence, and developed the faculty of nonsense with considerable pleasure and unexampled success.

Charles Buller you know: he has just come to town, but I have not yet seen him.

Arthur, his younger brother, I take to be one of the handsomest men in England; and he too has considerable talent.